At Birth Poems - Poems about At Birth

Soft spark in the dark— petal folds, a breath begins, stars wait for her cry....

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Sian, she sits in a lonely room, Hugging at her knees Should she go to London Town, Or stay where her roads are clean? Sian, she sits on a wooden chair, She falls onto her knees She longs to be in London Town, Where her words aren’t clean She’s let her head go wild, and ride Off into the sun She shakes the dignity from...

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You are a Child of light, my love. born in shadow, but you became the sun. Levitated like an immortal, from the captivated grounds grew as a rose in the concrete cracks of the bloody cold streets You are a Child of Light, my angel torn from the roots that were interwined in your veins The devil played its riddles, but...

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My brother and I, while choosing a name for my nephew, tried hard to think of something unique— something with variety and charm. “Tractor” was the first choice, then came “Tumbler,” and we fell breathless with laughter, comparing impossible things— his eyes to stretching bubblegum. We joked about how his name might sound when he grew older. Laughs and tears rolled down our cheeks. ...

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What is the gift the Creator doth give? Providing a purpose for which to live. It could be the consciousness He gave man. The awareness we’re part of His grand plan. Faith and trust in what’s physically not seen. An eternal life, but what does that mean? Thoughts that come to us from we know not where. Caring without knowing just why...

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E very parent nurtures, through laughter and tears, M aking dreams bloom across fleeting years. P rotecting their young from a world unknown, T eaching life's lessons in a loving tone. Y et, in time, their children will chart their course, N ewly embarked, driven by life's force. E ntering realms that were once untold, S...

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Twin babies float in their mother’s womb growing strong they'll be delivered soon communicating to each other in their way experiencing so much, and much to say Twin one said, shaking his head,” we are getting old… and soon we'll be delivered as foretold. Do you think brother, there will be more? A life after delivery on that far shore?” Twin...

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A birth of new life In the middle of the night He stands still Showered upon the earth Bringing new hope and beginnings Accomplishing their will The making of curiosity The earth's feature Brought his mind and body on a hill...

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I’m summoned to a baby shower The mum to be’s flustered and dour As her waters just broke In front of shocked folk Her baby arrived in an hour I cleaned up mum and baby Ted And lifted Ted above my head No diaper, I'm cursed He piddles, - nowt's worst No wonder my face turned bright red...

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March Comes In Like A Lion Dandelion dance in the palm of my hand; a gentle bloom. I love my birthday flower. ...

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"A Garden of Verse and Poet Trees, Leaves of gold, Muses, her bees" ...

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Its dark its quiet And I am pretty much a poet When wihout drinking i get drunk And honest feelings comes in bunk What is life I dont know Even in a decade would not go Is it a remission or was it there within I guess its both in heart that thin What is the purpose To be happy What is the fact...

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sponsor : Suzette Richards submitted : 10/7/25 _____________________ [ Poet’s note of interest ~ Tesla’s Birth : 10 July, around midnight : 1856 : stormy weather | Poem came through : 10 July, 3.33am : 2025 : winter rain | Numerologically speaking 3.33 is the divine number of alignment. Standard time in Croatia, where Tesla was born & SAST...

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For Dwina, in celebration of Talia's graduation from high school. Dear mother, warm around me-- tender home for just this while; so close together, you and I I feel good when you smile. Dear mother, here you've brought me to this world so vast and bright; oh, hold me close, protect me and we'll rest here, for the night. Dear mother, I'm so hungry-- right away,...

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The sun kissed by mountain goodbyes, That’s how time flies, With hope to rise, And potential born of dedication, Yet drowned beneath trepidation. You’re the descended curse from Eden, Grace misplaced, a soul still bleeding. Ambiguous dreams, not synchronicity, You are the seed of Adam and Eve, Footsteps echo in melancholy. You pray for wealth, not to be holy, Chasing gold, forgetting the slowly. But silence guards...

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